A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss (by Gregory Ellington) novel Chapter 438

Alexander

The elevator doors opened onto Hazel's floor, and I stepped out, the weight that had been pressing on my chest for months finally lifting. I knocked on the door, hearing the muffled sounds of cartoons playing inside.

Hazel answered, her expression curious. "That was fast."

"I don't waste time."

"Clearly." She stepped aside, letting me in. "They're in the living room. Well, Ethan's in the living room. Madison's been stress-cooking in the kitchen for the past hour. I think she's made enough food to feed a small army."

I walked down the hallway, following the sound of animated characters and the smell of something savory. Ethan sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes glued to the television, surrounded by his new dinosaur collection. The T-Rex stood guard over the smaller dinosaurs like a prehistoric sentinel.

"Hey, buddy."

His head whipped around, and his face lit up. "Dad! You came back!"

"Told you I would."

He scrambled to his feet, running over to grab my hand. "Come see! I set up the whole habitat. The T-Rex is the king, and the velociraptors are his army, and the triceratops are trying to fight back, but they're losing because T-Rex is the strongest."

I let him pull me toward his dinosaur battlefield, crouching down to examine his setup. "Looks like you've thought this through."

"Yeah! And when the pteranodon flies over, everything stops because they're all scared of him even though he's not technically a dinosaur."

"Smart strategy."

"That's what I thought!" He picked up the T-Rex, making it stomp toward the Triceratops. "You wanna play? You can be the velociraptors."

"Maybe in a minute. I need to talk to your mom first."

His face fell slightly. "Okay. But you'll come back, right?"

"Promise."

I stood, ruffling his hair before heading toward the kitchen. Madison stood at the stove, stirring something in a large pot. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and she'd changed into comfortable jeans and a loose sweater that somehow made her look more approachable than any designer dress ever could.

She glanced over her shoulder as I entered, her wooden spoon pausing mid-stir. "You came back fast."

"Told you I would."

"I know, but still." She turned back to the pot, resuming her stirring with deliberate motions. "That was what, an hour? Where did you go?"

I leaned against the counter, watching her work. Steam rose from whatever she was cooking, carrying the scent of tomatoes and herbs. "I canceled the engagement. It'll be published online soon."

Madison's hand froze. The spoon clattered against the side of the pot, and for a second, she just stood there, completely still.

"You what?"

"The engagement. It's over. I ended it."

She turned slowly, her eyes wide. "Alexander, you—"

"Dad!" Ethan burst into the kitchen before she could finish.

Madison's mouth snapped shut, whatever she'd been about to say dying on her lips.

"What's up, prince?" I asked, turning my full attention to him.

"Can we go to your house again? You said we could visit!" His eyes were enormous, filled with hope that made refusing impossible. "I wanna count all the floors! And see the view! And maybe take a bath in that giant shower!"

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